Three years later. The midsummer sun hung warm and golden over the rolling green moors of Greystone Abbey, bathing the ancient stone battlements and terraced gardens in brilliant northern light. A fragrant breeze drifted across the heather, carrying the sweet scents of wild clover, lavender, and blooming roses. On the manicured lawn beside the Victorian conservatory, three-year-old Tristan Alexander—a whirlwind of energy with dark tousled curls and his father's piercing…
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